OUR HIPS WERE NARROWER as a wolf than they had been as a human. So our shift was sufficient to dislodge the belt from around our waist and send the stone plummeting into the depths.
My wolf and I noted the loss at the exact same instant. If they don’t want it, we don’t need it, she decided as I begged, Grab it! Quickly!
To my surprise, she obeyed me. Or maybe the pregnant woman’s wolf was the one answering my call? Either way, our lupine body twisted, grabbing the descending statue with our teeth before it disappeared into the depths.
The fabric was soggy and unpleasant, but the stone tapped reassuringly against our teeth. The sensation was like yet unlike the moment when I’d ripped the wolf out of the pregnant girl. And it reminded me what I was about to give up.
For all I knew, this
